NO NEWS IS GOOD NEWS

Or so the saying goes, but then that doesn't necessarily make for an interesting blog entry. We headed to Tyson Meats around 11am, with a stop at our friendly Starbucks in Ritzville, WA. It works out well, Craig drops me off in front of the Starbucks, then goes to the end of the road where there is a big turn around and waits patiently to see me walking back out, hands full with our yummy drinks, then pulls up to let me back on. Sweet deal, and we have it down to a quick 10 minutes, if it isn't too busy.

We have yet to have to wait on a trailer at the Tyson plant, and this run would prove to be no different. Checked in with the guard shack, told to drop our trailer in the back, and then hook up to our loaded trailer. Now if only I could get used to that awful smell that just hangs in the air around the plant. Silly of me to volunteer to jump out of the truck to pull the release for the trailer tandems, while Craig stayed inside with the better smelling air, unless of course he had beans for dinner.

After hooking up, it was off to the Flying J to scale, and wouldn't you know it, we are on a roll with the scaling too. Checked the weights, legal on all axles, even with a full tank of fuel, and we and our 42,000 pounds of meat, minus the normal beef butt flap, which I still haven't figured out what it is used for, are on our way to Salt Lake City, Utah.

We stopped for the night at Baker City, Oregon, at the Baker Truck Corral. I love their neon sign, which reminds me of Las Vegas. The lights around the wheels move so that it gives the illusion that the truck is moving. With no TV reception, we were left with getting our Olympic fix via the Internet, which face it, just isn't the same as seeing the action live on TV, especially up at the house where we get both east and west coast feeds.

We left Wednesday morning with our sights set on Ogden, UT and a very nice easy drive of a little over 400 miles. Surprisingly, we were again left with only a snowy picture to watch the Olympics, but with a 5am wake up call, we were in bed a little earlier than normal. We had only 33 miles to our delivery this morning with one stop for fuel at the Flying J about 2 miles from the Albertson's Distribution Center.

And there is where we sit now, all of us lined up, like good little soldiers, waiting to get unloaded. We already have a preplan to go to Tremonton, UT, 60 miles away, to pick up and deliver in Yakima, WA. It's 9:30am local time, we still haven't been unloaded from our 8am appointment time, and need to be in Tremonton before 12 noon to get loaded there. We'll just have to wait and see how this all pans out, but when you get paid to sit around, it takes the sting out of waiting.